[Thou shall perish like the Tarnished…] [I Have Made The Foolish Mistake Of Trusting A Tarnished…] [Oh, Foul Tarnished…] *** An orphan by the name of June found himself swept into the wretches of the Ark, a magical world that connected its existence to the world from which he came… the Mortal Realm. Realizing he was a dead man, he accepted his fate… only, his fate turned out to be drastically different than what he had expected. In fact, it offered him an opportunity to live, something he thought wasn’t possible. But with such an opportunity, came a cost, and his… well, was a dark one.
Across the street, from a visibly aged shop, Gemm was carefully making her way out, walking backwards. June immediately made his way over to her, happy to have finally found her.
However, she yelled at him, her tone laced with a heavy tension:
"Stop!!" She hissed, lifting her hand. Her gaze didn't meet his, but June could tell she was frightful just from her mannerisms alone. Heeding her words, he stopped in his tracks, almost slipping as he did. Then, the very second she turned to look at him for a brief moment, something walked into view from out of the shadowy building.
'W-what the hell is that…'